An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 230 Flowers in the Water, Moon in the Mirror (Part 2)
His kiss was wild and passionate, without any warm-up or transition, deep and intense, as if he wanted to release all the longing and pain that had accumulated over the past few months.

He missed her lips and tongue, her breath, and the tangible warmth of holding her in his arms—all of it real, like nectar or heavenly rain, something he longed for and could have.

The man bit and sucked fiercely. Meng Youyou was initially frightened, feeling as if her tongue was about to be sucked off. Her mind went blank for a moment, and then she came to her senses, feeling both ashamed and angry, as well as wronged.

She struggled fiercely, but the other person was incredibly strong. He forcibly pinned her arms down, preventing her from escaping. Meng Youyou then raised her leg to kick him, but he nimbly dodged it. Then, one of his legs pressed down on her, binding both her hands and feet, rendering her unable to move.

Meng Youyou could only scratch the other person's body haphazardly with her fingers, her nails digging deep into the flesh. She swore she had never hit anyone so hard in her life. She felt a sticky liquid sticking to her fingertips, and she knew what it was, but she still didn't stop.

In the past, she would have softened and withdrawn her hand long ago, but this time was different.

Meng Youyou felt so wronged; she had never felt so wronged in her life!

What makes him so certain that he won't fall in love with anyone else?
He was certain that she liked him and that she couldn't let him go, which is why he dared to act so recklessly.

The person who is loved more often takes it for granted.

How confident he was! He thought that even if he hurt her, as long as time passed, he could turn around, coax her, and give her a sweet treat, and everything would be fine as if nothing had happened.

Meng Youyou despised Huo Qingshan's confidence, but she hated herself even more because he had hit the nail on the head—she just couldn't let him go.

She still loved him, loved him very much. Even after all this time, she hadn't been able to diminish his influence even a little. Falling in love with him was like installing a one-way valve on a smooth, unobstructed pipe; it could only go forward, with no way back.

Huo Qingshan was merely stating a fact; he wasn't wrong. But the fact that he uttered it pierced Meng Youyou's last line of defense.

It made her feel like she wasn't just a clown, but a clown without clothes.

Even though she used her fingers with deadly force, almost tearing off her nails that were embedded in his flesh, it was still to no avail. He withstood her attacks without flinching, focusing only on kissing her, forcibly kissing her.

Gradually, Meng Youyou stopped resisting his forceful kisses and calmly accepted his demands, closing her eyes and silently shedding tears.

Just when she thought she was about to suffocate and drown in this stormy kiss, the man seemed to realize something and finally released her lips.

Meng Youyou didn't open her eyes to look at him. Apart from breathing heavily, she was unusually quiet.

Then, warm lips landed on her cheek, gently pecking and kissing away the water droplets on her face, the kisses falling softly and slowly moving to the corners of her eyes.

He paused, then said softly, "Oh, it's not what you think."

He hugged her tighter, kissed the corner of her eye, and continued, "I asked Grandma to take Xiaoyan to Shanghai for treatment. There are the most authoritative experts on post-traumatic brain injury there. She is receiving treatment there, and Grandma called to say that she is recovering quite well."

He would kiss me for a while, then stop and say a few words, intermittently. "There are some things I can't tell you yet. It's complicated and very important. But can you believe me? I didn't make you leave for the reason you think it is."

"You're lying!" Meng Youyou completely broke down. She opened her eyes and screamed at the person, "You're just lying to me! You're full of lies, you've fooled me like a fool."

I will never believe you again!
"Huo Qingshan, I will never forgive you!" Meng Youyou cried out in a heartbroken voice, her voice filled with grievance.

Meng Youyou pounded on his shoulder desperately, yelling, "Get out! I told you to get out!"

Huo Qingshan held the person in his arms tightly, letting her vent her anger and punch and kick until she was tired and calmed down. Then he said, "For the past three months, I've thought about you every single day. When I learned that you were in the capital and a man was pursuing you, and that you even ate and watched movies with him."

"Oh dear, I'm so sad, I'm really so sad. I'm thinking, why don't you want me anymore?" The man buried his face in the crook of her neck and spoke in a very low voice.

He was trying his best to suppress his emotions, his voice endlessly gentle: "Youyou, I miss you so much." Meng Youyou suddenly felt a drop of warm liquid dripping from the nape of her neck. She didn't know if it was sweat or something else, but it wasn't hers. The warm and wet touch inexplicably burned her skin, and even burned into her heart.

The thought just flickered for a moment, and the scorching heat it transmitted gradually melted the icy shell that enveloped the heart—a shell that was originally created for self-preservation.

When a person is in extreme pain, a self-protective mechanism is triggered, and a transparent barrier automatically grows. Once you go inside, you can numb your senses and no longer feel the pain.

But at the same time, she locks all her thoughts and feelings inside, which means she can no longer feel joy and happiness.

She was trapped inside; the person inside her couldn't leave, and the person outside couldn't enter. But the illusion that she was no longer in so much pain made her think she was slowly getting better, creating a peaceful and beautiful facade, while in reality, she was withering and decaying inside, constantly losing her vitality.

Now, a small hole has been melted in one corner of the ice shell. At this moment, Meng Youyou can clearly feel the intense emotions surging in her heart being rapidly released, while at the same time, a warm current from all around her seeps into her little by little.

After a moment of silence, Meng Youyou asked weakly, "How can I trust you?" She knew she had compromised.

Huo Qingshan's gaze swept around the room and finally settled on a utility knife on the desk half a meter away. He reached out and grabbed it with his long arm.

The man pulled the knife out with his thumb, turned around, took Meng Youyou's hand, stuffed the back of the knife into her palm and held it tightly, then wrapped his own palm around hers, and then suddenly stabbed it into his own chest. The knife was sharp, and blood immediately seeped out, soaking through the fabric of his shirt.

Meng Youyou was shocked, her eyes widened in disbelief, and she asked, "What are you doing?" She almost screamed.

Huo Qingshan smiled at her: "If you really think I'm not as miserable as you are, then get your revenge until you feel we're even."

As he spoke, he forcefully pulled her hand towards his chest and stabbed her hard.

This time, Meng Youyou really screamed. She struggled to pry his large hand away and finally managed to wrest control of the utility knife, throwing it to the floor with a thud and sending it flying far away.

……

Meng Youyou slipped out of the room, went downstairs, and brought back a first-aid kit.

When she returned, the man was still sitting in the chair. Meng Youyou placed the box on the table and said indifferently, "Handle it yourself." Her attitude was neither warm nor cold.

Meng Youyou didn't want to completely forgive his behavior so quickly. If the price wasn't severe enough, people wouldn't easily learn their lesson—a lesson he had taught her. Therefore, she wouldn't personally perform intimate acts like bandaging and applying medicine for him.

Huo Qingshan didn't say anything, but took off his clothes and draped them over the back of the chair.

Meng Youyou glanced at the wound from the side and was relieved to see that it wasn't too deep and the bleeding had mostly stopped.

The man opened the medical kit, fiddled with the bottles and jars inside, and seemingly casually picked out a small brown glass jar. He pulled out the soft stopper, poured the contents onto the wound, shook the jar a few times, and then put it back. He then reached for the gauze in the medical kit.

Meng Youyou's brows furrowed more and more, and she couldn't help but speak up to stop her, saying, "Is this all there is to it?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Qingshan paused in his actions, looked up at her, and smiled at her again: "I know my body best. This is about right, no problem."

"No problem at all," Meng Youyou leaned over, angrily reaching out a hand to grab the tools from the medical kit, her demeanor fierce.

Meng Youyou had a pretty good idea of ​​the ruse he was using, but she still fell for it. She knew that if she didn't stop him, he really would just end it so hastily.

When he's alone, he's always like this, treating his wounds casually and ignoring them. Unless it's a life-threatening injury, going to the infirmary seems like a shameful thing for him.